Three Under Par

I wonder if you're all beginning to think that this is a dating comic...

Out and about, a few evenings past, for a rousing night of karaoke in San Francisco at a bar called Butter, when I met the nicest young lady. I figure, I'm solo at a bar, she's solo at a bar, she seems nice enough, what the heck, right?

I was not prepared for the torrent of ... exuberance ... that she'd unleash. I barely got a word in! But I've played this game long enough to know that, eventually, the signs will pop up. Especially that last one. And that was my cue to step away...

There are hazards in this bar scene game, and you have to know how to play them where they lay.